HAWT.

The “surf and turf” at Subway

Note: I do not want poop/vomit stories. Please stop sending me poop/vomit stories.

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IT ACTUALLY HAPPENED PINKHAM’S LAW HAS BEEN APPLIED TO THE CHICKEN LEG STORY

Let’s cast a vote. Methinks it will be the chicken legs lady. I can hear the commentariat now...

Recently I told a guy I’m semi-dating “now is probably a good time to tell you that no matter where this goes, I will always be single for Chris Hemsworth”.

By 1987, 25 states made it a crime for a man to rape his wife if the two were living together.

No tomato-throwing from me. I’M a weirdo. Generally speaking, I love a nice runny poached egg on buttered toast (NOM) or a runny egg and soldiers. But when I was pregnant, I went through this phase of thinking “these are legit hen periods, I can’t eat this nasty shit” and couldn’t tolerate eggs at all. That was three…

Wow, that is ridiculously fancy and useless and I need it immediately.

My childhood friend had the classic European stainless steel set of egg cups and the scissors, with tiny salt and pepper shakers and little spoons to eat your soft-boiled egg with.

Well, 80% of my gentlemen callers have been white dudes, so maybe you’ve just been lucky :(

Where are these mythical men who enjoy going down on women? I’ve found TWO in my lifetime. TWO. Out of... Err.... More than two.

THAT SECOND GIF.

I was so uncomfortable in my own body as an older child/young teen that I was never naked. No, of course I don’t mean literally never. I bathed. But unless I was in the bath, I wasn’t naked. I had a dressing/undressing ritual which kept me partially covered at all times. It wasn’t until I was about sixteen and had…

Aspiring (not actual) lawyer here. Here are my two cents.

As an enthusiast in both rugby and boning, I can tell you this list needs MOAR RUGBY PLAYERS.

HAVE YOU SEEN THIS PHOTO THOUGH

Well, you know what they say.

No no no no no Healy and Red are wonderful.